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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.