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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.