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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.