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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.