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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.