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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.