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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.