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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.