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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.