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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Brick,
Visage,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.