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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.