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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.