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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.