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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.