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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.