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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Symarip,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.