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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.