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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.