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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Moebius,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.