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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.