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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.