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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Monks,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.