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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.