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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.