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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.