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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.