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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.