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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.