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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Pole,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.