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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.