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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.