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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.