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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.