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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.