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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.