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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.