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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Wings,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.