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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.