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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.