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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.