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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.