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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.