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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.