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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.