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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lyres,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.