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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.