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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.