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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Nas,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.