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 Canada 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.