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 Jamaica 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.