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 Tunisia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.