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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.