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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.