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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.