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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.