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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
JFA,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.