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 Monaco and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.