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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.