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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.