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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.