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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.