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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.