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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.