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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.