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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.