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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.