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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.