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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.