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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.