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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.