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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.