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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.