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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.