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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.