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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.