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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.