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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.