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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.