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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.