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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.