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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.