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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.