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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.