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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.