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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.