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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Faust,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.