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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.