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 Ireland and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.