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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.