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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.