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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.