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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Can,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.