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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.