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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.