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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
KRS-One,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.