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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.