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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.