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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.