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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cymande to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.