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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.