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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.