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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.