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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.