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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.