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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.