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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.