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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
MC5,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.