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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.