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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Ronan,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.