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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.