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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.