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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.