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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.