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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.