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 Panama 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Organ,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.