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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.