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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.