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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Television,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
the Normal,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.