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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.