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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Quantec,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.