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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.