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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.