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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.