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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.