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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.