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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.