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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.