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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.