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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.