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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.