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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.