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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
JFA,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.