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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.