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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.