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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Magma 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.