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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.