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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
X-101,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.