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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.