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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.