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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.