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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.