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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.