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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.