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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
UT,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.