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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.