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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Fortunes 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.