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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.