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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.