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 New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.