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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.