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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.