Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Visage,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.