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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.