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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.