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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.