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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.