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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
DNA,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.