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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.