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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.