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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.