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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.