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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.