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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.