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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.