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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.