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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.