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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
June Days,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.