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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.