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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.