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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Television,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.