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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.