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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.