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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.