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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.