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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.