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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.