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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.