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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.