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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
UT,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.