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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.