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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.