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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.