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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.