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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.