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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.