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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.