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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.