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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.