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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.