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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.