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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Neu!,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.