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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Stooges 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.