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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.