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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.