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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.