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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.