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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.