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 Syria and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.