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 Libya and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.