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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.