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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.