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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.