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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.