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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.