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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.