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 Romania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.