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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Darondo to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.