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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.