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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.