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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.