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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.