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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
cv313,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.