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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.