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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Litter,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.