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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.