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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.