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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.