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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.