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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 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 The Golliwogs 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.