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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.