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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.