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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.