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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.