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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.