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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.