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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.