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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.