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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.