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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Residents,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.