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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.