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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.