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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.