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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.