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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.