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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.