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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.