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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.