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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Television,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.