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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.