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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.