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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.