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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Faust,
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.