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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
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.