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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.