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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.