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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.