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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.