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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Pole,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
DNA,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.