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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
JFA,
Moebius,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
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.