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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.