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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.