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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
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.