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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.