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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.