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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.