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 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.