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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.