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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.