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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.