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 New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Cameo,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.