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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.