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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.