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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.