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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
10cc,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.