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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.