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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.