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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.