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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.