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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.