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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.