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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.