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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.