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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.