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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Josef K to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Franke,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.