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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.