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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Magazine 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.