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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.