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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.