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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Names,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.