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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.