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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Television,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.