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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.