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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.