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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.