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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.