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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.