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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Lyres,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.