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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.