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 France and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.