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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Scion,
X-101,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.