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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.