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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.