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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.