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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.