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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Model 500,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.