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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Names,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.