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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.