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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.