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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Little Man,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.