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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.