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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.