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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Moss Icon 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.