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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.