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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Martian,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.