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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.