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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Faust,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.