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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.