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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.