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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.