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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Can,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.