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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.