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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.