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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.