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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.