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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
UT,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.