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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
CMW,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.