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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.