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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.