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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.