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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
cv313,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.