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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.