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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.