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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Mars,
Interpol,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.