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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Slits,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.