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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Can,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.