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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.