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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.