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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.