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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
PIL,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Monks,
X-102,
Faust,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.