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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.