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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
10cc,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.