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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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.