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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.