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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.