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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Simply Red,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.