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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.