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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.