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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.