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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.