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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Wings,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.