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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.