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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.