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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.