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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.