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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.