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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.