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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
DNA,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.