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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.