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 Russia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Technova,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.