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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.