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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.