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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
New Order,
Monolake,
Urselle,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.