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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Wings,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.