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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of 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.