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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.