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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Scion,
AZ,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.