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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.