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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
UT,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.