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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Sound,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.