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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.