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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.