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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.