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 China and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.