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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.