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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.