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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.