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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.