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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.