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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Wings,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.