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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.