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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Excepter,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.