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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.