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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Motorama,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.