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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.