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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.