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 Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.