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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.