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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.