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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Fear,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.