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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.