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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.