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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.