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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Gories,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.