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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.