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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.