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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.