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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.