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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.