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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.