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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
The Motions,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.