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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.