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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.