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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.