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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.