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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.