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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Scion,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.