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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.