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 Belize and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Smog,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.