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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.