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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Index,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.