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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.