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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.