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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.