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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
ABC,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.