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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.