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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.