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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.