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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.