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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.