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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cure,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Doors,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.