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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.