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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.