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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.