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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.