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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.