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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.