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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Starr to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.