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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.