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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.