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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Basic Channel 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Organ,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.