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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.