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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.