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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.