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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.