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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.