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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.