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 Norway 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.