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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.