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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.