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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Visage,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.