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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.