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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.