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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.