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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.