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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.