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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.