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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.