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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.