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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.