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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.