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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.