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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.