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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.