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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Organ to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Nas,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.