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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.