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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Little Man,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.