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 Sweden and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.