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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.