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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.