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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.