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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.