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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.