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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.