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 Slovenia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.