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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.