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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Nico,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.