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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.