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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.