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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.