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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.