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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Human League to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.