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 Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.