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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.