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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Index,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Monks,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.