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 Cuba and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Nico,
Magma,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.