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 Malta and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.