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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.