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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Lalann 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.