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 Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.