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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.