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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.