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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Index,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.