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 Senegal and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.