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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.