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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.