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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Wings,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.