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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.