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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smog to the rock 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Kinks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.