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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.