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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.