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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
DNA,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.