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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.