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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.