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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.