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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.