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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.