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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.