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 New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.