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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.