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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.