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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.