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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.