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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Names,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.