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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.