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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.