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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.