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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.