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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.