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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.