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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Index,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.