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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.