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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Q65,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.