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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.