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 Estonia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.