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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.