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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
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 T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.