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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Organ,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.