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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.