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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.