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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.