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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.