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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.